In the Belly of the Boy Next Door
By:Semibu

Okay, he was a bit of rough stuff with a criminal record. So he played his music loud now and then. Yes, we'd say `hi' if we passed on the stairs, and it always seemed as if he were looking down on me, but I liked it like that - Easy with him at 6'2" and me at just 5'7". I was hot for him. But maybe we didn't know each another as well as we should. To be honest, I'd often thought him to be a bit of an unknown quantity. I suppose I felt a little threatened by that look of his: I was always slightly excited by that sensation and often allowed myself to fantasise about what might happen should we ever find ourselves `together'. But even my sordid little daydreams couldn't have imagined what lay in store.

Last night: It was late and he'd locked himself out of his apartment. I heard him trying to force his lock. I opened my door and asked if he was okay. He glanced at me with soft vulnerable eyes and told me his tale of woe. I couldn't just leave him standing out there all night until he could get someone to let him in tomorrow, not in just a tatty yellow t-shirt and jeans. He wasn't even wearing socks! I had to do the neighbourly thing. A smile lit up his almost gaunt face when I offered to help him out. Minutes later we were on the sofa enjoying a relaxing chat. As time slipped by we learned a great deal about each other, not least of all one another's names - though he certainly didn't look like a Jesse to me. He'd guessed my sexuality months ago but it was of no concern to him. In fact, he went so far as to insist that he quite liked having me as a close neighbour, even though we hardly spoke to one another. I was a sort of `calming influence' around these apartments. A typical male, as we sat talking about life, the universe and everything, he had his legs wide open and his hand on his crotch. I did a convincing job of pretending not to notice. A little later, as I searched the phone book for a locksmith to call in the morning, he offered to make the coffee.

There was quite an age gap between us but still we managed to find plenty of common ground – not least of all our isolation. As I was open about my life as a gay man so he was very telling of his life and times: A bad upbringing in a dysfunctional family, rejected from school, and in and out of prison for petty crime. All this had left him feeling lonely, angry and sad. Me? I was just lonely. Suddenly I was feeling a deep and genuine affection for him. He seemed to warm to my guardian instincts. I made sure not to overstep the mark, but I was giving him the sort of talk that, had we've known one another years ago, might have saved him from a lifestyle of perpetual wrong- doing. It was heart rendering to see that usually perplexed face now wearing a happy and relaxed expression. He was letting me in. But I didn't want to betray the trust we'd build up or threaten the bond we had forged thus far, and decided to leave my desires as mere daydreams. So, in reiterating my offer of a place to stay the night, I told him the sofa was all his. I then suggested I fix him something to eat and then find him a couple of blankets – to me he had always appeared malnourished and cold. `Don't be silly,' he exclaimed with a grateful grin and stroking his number one crop, `I don't want to put you to any trouble. I'll jump in with you. I don't mind. As for food,' he went on, `I never eat last thing at night. I always hang on for breakfast. I'm always starving first thing in the morning. Starving, man!'

I wasn't sure of this idea of him `jumping in with me,' after all he'd just spent much of the past two hours telling me about the countless girls he'd shafted! But how could I say no? Had I have refused, I pondered, he might have thought that I was thinking that he was thinking that I was thinking that he was considering something other than sleep. `Fine,' I stammered. `There's a new toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet somewhere.' He spent a few minutes brushing his teeth and freshening up while I tidied my bombsite bedroom. `Sleep any side you want,' I told him as he entered the room and I hurried past him to do those last-thing-at-night locks, lights and heating timer. When I returned to the bedroom he was already tucked up, his clothes in a heap on the floor. I climbed in beside him avoiding physical contact, but still feeling his glorious body heat radiating towards me. All this was a very unexpected turn of events. I then thought of how long a night it would be with temptation so near.

I didn't get a chance to switch off the bedside light. He was on me in an instant, straddling my chest and chuckling as my gaze was drawn from those wild boyish eyes to his stiffening rod and ample balls in their drooping bag. This wasn't a game. He wasn't testing me or teasing me. He wasn't threatening me. The spoken word would have been utterly redundant as he positioned his pale lean frame over me and eased his unwashed manhood between my lips, it's dimensions emphasised by his slight build. This was nothing I would have dared initiate, but everything I could have ever hoped for. He whimpered in absolute glee as I sucked for all I was worth, enthused by his rich masculine scent and fired by the priceless contact of his skin against mine. I wanted more and more. I broke from sucking his ever-growing length only to ravish that delicious, swaying scrotum sack. Then I was back to work on his dick and boy, was he enjoying it! Soon he was laying back, flat on top of me, his head between my thighs. He was jacking off and writhing with delight as I licked and kissed the tight musky sphincter now pressing against my mouth. I lost all track of time as I gave myself completely to my newfound master, serving him for what seemed like forever.

What was he doing? I panicked as he pulled himself away – I so needed his smell and taste, and the intimacy of his all-suffocating flesh smothering my frenzied face. I tried desperately to haul him back down. But he had other plans. He flipped me over, face down on the mattress, forced open my legs with his, and guided his now dripping, throbbing erection between my buttocks. He slid his hands beneath my upper body, wrapped his palms under and over my shoulders. Next he was pulling me down as he pushed up, grinding and thrusting his pelvis. I squealed in agony. It felt as if my insides were being vigorously stirred with a thick wooden spoon. The hideous gut-churning pain soon turned to absolute pleasure as I learned to relax and accommodate his remarkable weapon. Like a wild animal, he bit hard on the back of my neck, sensing my unconditional respect and willingness to submit. We were soon panting and groaning in a simultaneous orgasm. I shot into the mattress and he deep within me. For several minutes he stayed in position with his meat still firmly jammed in place. Then, when he'd caught his breath and his pulse was returning to normal, he withdrew slowly, licking the back of my neck as he did so.

After wiping down the damp sheets, our sticky bodies and his oozing dick with my bathrobe, he threw it to the floor and switched off the light. He turned me onto my side and, pulling the covers over us, snuggled up behind me, wrapping me up in his arms. Nothing was said. As I drifted towards slumber I recall thinking how I had never before felt so absolutely safe. This was an all- protecting embrace. His ankles and feet intertwined with mine, and his breath began to waft warm across the back of my neck and shoulders. Wow, this was the boy next door! This was the guy who'd done 6 months inside for aggravated burglary. This was the guy who'd done another 12 for GBH. This was the guy on a suspended sentence for threatening behavior. This was the guy who just fucked me! But I felt so completely at one with this rogue and was enjoying a secret side to him that no other had seen. I pushed back into the haven of his curled body, his still-raging erection pressing into the small of my back. Maybe he didn't feel so lonely tonight. I dared to imagine that this might be just a taste of things to come. Sleep would be deep, safe and sound.

`Wake up, you!' I opened my eyes to see Jesse's huge, friendly and now slightly stubbly face hovering over me. `How do you feel?' he giggled. At first I wasn't sure that I should be feeling anything more than tired. `I've been watching you an hour or more. Fuck, you're perfectly formed!' A huge index finger winded me slightly as it prodded my belly. Only then, as I focused on his excited stare and on various points around the room did I realize that things were not as they should be. `You're only six fuckin' inches fuckin' tall! Fuck!'

I sat bolt upright feeling lost and afraid on an expanse of white sheeting we had stained the night before. `Jesse, what the hell's happened to me?' My voice was small and strained. `What the fuck is going on?' I fell back with a bounce as he sat down hard beside me on the bed, his shoulders shuddering and his skinny white abdomen quivering as he pointed at me and laughed. `Jesse, what is all this?' I trembled.

`I've fuckin' shrunk you! Look,' he continued, grabbing me and holding me to his humid pubic forest, `you're smaller than my cock and I ain't even got a proper stiffy on! Fuck!' His fingers were tight around me. I couldn't even consider a fight. `Remember how I said I quite liked having you as close neighbour?' I nodded. `Bullshit! I just needed a guinea pig. Remember looking through the phone book to find a locksmith because I lost my keys?' I nodded again. `Bullshit! I was never locked out - my keys are down there in my jeans. Remember drinkin' that coffee while you were giving me the wisdom of your words last night? I spiked it! I spiked your fuckin' coffee and you shrank over night!' I closed my eyes in horror and, like a freaky little doll, nodded a third time, hoping that when I opened them again I would have woken up and this had all been a bad dream. Instead I found myself confronted by his enormous penis, which by now had swollen fully. `Just think,' he smirked, `this dick has been up your arse. Don't worry, though, I washed it while you were still asleep' He tugged back his foreskin and pressed my face against the shiny purple head. `Like that?' Despite its recent rinse it was still heavy with his rich aroma. He smiled as I reached out to embrace its smelly girth. `I'm not queer but I really got off on stuffin' you last night,' he went on. `Best fuckin' fuck I've had in fuckin' ages. I just couldn't wait to empty my sack, man. Thing is, I still don't know what kinda rush you homos get from havin' cocks `n' things shoved up your holes.'

I remained silent as I considered his words. He thought for a while, biting on his bottom lip. Then, Ensuring a firm hold on me, he hurried through to the bathroom, my complexion changing from ashen to crimson with the sudden speed. `Where's the lube?' He'd started clattering around the cabinet and shelves. `Where's the fuckin' lube, then? You gays always have lube.' My heart pounded as I tried to visualise what was clearly next on his `experimentation' agenda. Unfortunately, not even my extensive imagination could have envisaged how it would really feel. He lifted the toilet seat and showed me its contents. `See, I've had my early mornin' dump. I didn't want to flush earlier in case it woke you up.' I peered down at three or four firm, fat turds, one of which stood two or more inches out of the water. `There's nothin' up my shit chute now, I'm cleaned right out!' He beamed as he laid his hands on the elusive tube of KY.

`Jesse, you can't be serious!' He cackled as he carried me back to the bedroom. `Jesse, this could be dangerous!' Jesse was soon face down on the bed with me in one hand and, with the other, massaging his smooth crack and that wonderful hole with clear jelly. Next it was my turn. `Jesse…ee…eee!' The cold lubricant took my breath away as he coated me. `Jesse!' I pleaded, my tiny cries almost comical. `Don't do this!' He rolled onto his back, raised his knees to his chest and reintroduced me to the same tight tanned pucker I had happily licked and worshipped the night before. Back then it was tasty, desirable and tight. Now it was huge, hungry and sinister.

At first it resisted as my toes were forced against its foul, greasy centre. Just as I thought he might give up on the idea, it softened with a curious slurp and I was jolted in up to my waist. I gasped in horror. Jesse moaned with delight, suggesting that he had at last unraveled the mystery as to why anal penetration can be so pleasurable. My upper body and head dropped onto the mattress as he released his hold on me and grabbed the pillows on either side of his head. I could only scream pathetically as his smooth inner muscles dragged and sucked me in. I attempted to halt my steady advance by clutching at the crusty sheet beneath me, but his greedy sphincter pouted and pulled with terrifying effect. Jesse's groans climbed in pitch as his ravenous ring eased its way to my chest and shoulders. There was a brief pause. The giant then grunted like a bear as he swallowed me up to my neck. The pressure within was incredible. Battling to draw breath, I gazed up in confusion and amazement at his vast pendulous bag. The little air I did manage to inhale was ripe with a now all too familiar musk. Suddenly, my cries became muffled as his ring clenched, closing tenderly over my face with slow torment.

I had soon been engulfed. My entire body was now squelching in thick rectal mucous and the remnants of his `early morning dump.' His rim had contracted and closed tight. I was in darkness, with only my hands protruding into the outside world. A vast forefinger and thumb grasped them firmly and began to pull. I took in a gulp of clean air as my slime-covered head re-emerged. Jesse expressed his pleasure with a satisfied sigh. He eased me out until only my lower legs remained inside him. Another passionate roar and his vile, sticky tunnel sucked me inside again. Once more, Jesse pulled me all but free. Once more I was sucked inside. And so it went on as he fucked himself with me, a living, wriggling dildo: First with a gentle rhythm, and then with vigor and speed. The heat was intense, the stench unbearable, the humiliation immeasurable. And yet I became hopelessly aroused, no matter how many times I told myself that I was but a lowly plaything, worthless but for the stimulation of another man's shitter. My erection pushed against his anal walls, tingling with the increasing friction. Jesse eventually bellowed and tensed, blowing me out completely in a pool of sticky butt gravy as he shot a thick grey fountain across his heaving torso.

`Oh, fuck!' he boomed as he sat up and looked down at me flat on my back between his legs. `That was fuckin' ace! Hey, you're in a bit of a fuckin' mess!' Streaked with brown from head to toe, I was speechless as he plucked my shorts from the floor and used them to wrap around me and carry me to the bathroom. `I don't wanna get shit on my fingers!' I was still catching my breath as he set me down in the cold washbasin, put in the plug and tossed my soiled underwear down the pan. `Fuck,' he smirked after flushing, `you fucking stink, man! Sit still and I'll wash you down.' His incredible length appeared over the side of the basin, its tip still dripping with cum. It twitched and rose slightly as, with a long deep exhalation, he directed a steaming golden shower over me, taking care to rinse my hair thoroughly. He must have been bursting to go, releasing enough urine to fill the basin by a couple of inches. He stooped down to inspect me as I wiped my eyes. His visage was enormous, his expression that of a naughty child. `Well, that's all the shit gone. See, I don't mind a bit of piss!'

We were soon back in the boudoir with him again dropping down heavily on the mattress, steadying himself with one hand and bringing me, still dripping with urine, close to his mischievous face with other. I took stock of what had happened as he spent a couple of minutes eyeing me up and down and shaking his head in both amazement and triumph. This was no dream. This was no head-trip. This was all too real.

`E-Macro,' he said eventually. `It really works and only £15 a shot. I was only guessing the results when I sprinkled some in your coffee last night. I never thought it'd work. I never thought I'd actually be shoving a six-inch homo up my arse! Like I said, I'm straight, man. I just wanted to try you out. I gotta tell you, last night, you gave excellent head! And that was the first time anyone's licked my arse. Wow! that is so disgusting, lickin' a shit hole! You queers have got no pride, man! Hey, but how'd you enjoy going up there in person, right up my dung funnel?'

`It felt incredible, Jesse. Honest. It's so tight and smooth up there,' I mumble, almost embarrassed that I should have found it all so extremely stimulating. `I was just afraid you would lose your grip on my hands and suck me in all the way. I'd have suffocated in seconds. It felt so weird. My entire life was at the mercy of your arse. I mean it, going up there was something else, but what now, Jesse? I've come to terms with all this shrinking stuff, but what now? You've got to help me, Jesse. What are you going to do with me?'

`You're only six inches tall and you're not gonna get any bigger. You're stuck with it. So what am I gonna do with you? Well, you can't live a normal life and I can't keep you as a pet.' I was about to suggest that maybe he could when he interrupted. `E-macro is seriously illegal stuff, right? This is top Class `A'. We're talkin' 10 years. Then there's the business of me fuckin' you and spendin' the night with you. I really enjoyed taking care of you and protecting you. I haven't been that close to anyone in years, man. But this has got to be the best-kept secret of the year. I won't tell anyone about all this, but the only way I can be sure you won't tell is to get rid of you.' He lowered me to his belly. Almost at once it began to gurgle. I recalled his comments last night about skipping supper and always being starving in the morning. I feared the worse.

`So what are you going to do with me, Jesse? Are you going to crush me to death, stamp on me like a cockroach or flush me away down the toilet? If you have to snuff me out, please make it quick!'

`Thing is, E-macro shrinks you so you can be swallowed. Who ever eats you get a two day buzz, man. It's well documented in books on cannibalism. Human flesh. I've done the research, man. And another thing, shit can't talk,' he said firmly. `Right now you're a living, breathing liability.' He brought me to his lips, his early morning breath smelling somewhat less than fragrant. `I can't take the risk. Shit can't talk so I'm going to turn you into shit. I'm gonna have to eat you, digest you, get high, turn you into shit, blow you out and then flush away the evidence!' The gorgeous brute burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter, his fingers wrapping tighter around my tiny torso as he raised me. He went on. `I don't wanna hurt you. I don't even wanna scare you. I have to finish the E-macro experiment. Plus I just have to know that you're not going talk. I can't take the risk, not 10 years in jankers. Oh, and by the way, I'm fuckin' starvin', man!' He roared again. This time I was able to see beyond his gleaming teeth and into his salivating cave as his empty intestines bubbled and moaned impatiently. Words failed me. `Don't worry, geeza,' he assured. `I'm not gonna chew you up – I don't want the taste of blood in me gob. Yuck! No, I'm gonna swallow you whole. Headfirst will be best. I know you're still quite big but I should be able to get you down. Hey, what about if I try gulping down some air for you. See, I don't know how long you'll survive in my guts.'

`Jesse, look. Think about this,' I pleaded. `This is my life, Jesse. Whether I live or die is up to you and your conscious. Don't feel pressured into doing anything hasty, something you might regret.' I cast my mind back a short while. Images of that toilet bowl with his firm yet-to-be properly disposed of excrement clinging to the sides of the pan came flashing through my head. `P…p…please don't turn me into sh…sh…shit, please.' But Jesse was soon confirming his intentions.

`I'm sorry, man, but it's what I have to do. It's what I want to do. I promise I'll try not to hurt you but I want to feel you inside me - strugglin' and suffocatin' in my stomach. I want you to understand what it feels like to be imprisoned. I want to absorb all your nutrients, take you apart. I want to get that high. Then tomorrow I'll blow you out. I may even crap you out into a jar and keep you as souvenir,' he giggled. `Whatever, there's no way a piece of shit is gonna call the police or take to the witness stand!' He took a deep breath and then announced, `I'm gonna be a rich boy, this neighbourhood's sole provider of E-macro. Thanks for testing it for me!' He went on to explain that the chemicals responsible for reducing me would no longer be active.

I sensed the time was drawing near. Jesse seemed to be psyching himself up for another first in his life: Devouring a fellow human being, albeit a very small one. His warm brown eyes stared into my face, his grip loosened slightly and he ran the tip of his tongue across his bottom lip. I felt tears of fear welling up as I attempted to persuade him to change his mind. But no amount of reasoning, begging or pleading would sway him. I had but a few seconds left to behold him for the last time: slim, unwashed, strangely cute, wildly sexy, and the fuck of my life. Keeping me close to his lips, he raised me an inch or two and began tipping back his head. `You really liked lickin' my arse, didn't you,' he chuckled. I nodded. He really couldn't understand how much pleasure it gave me have to lowered myself so. `That's gross, man! But if you like it so much you won't mind finishin' up in there, will you.'

`Jesse, what about last night? You fucked me! That was the best sex I've ever had. What about how you held me? You just wrapped me up. I've never felt so safe! So why trash me, Jesse? I mean this: I'll suck your dick and lick your arse anytime you want, I'd do that not just to save my worthless little life but because I really want to. Maybe I shouldn't be telling you all this but licking your arse last night was something I've been dreaming of ever since I first saw you. I just want to serve you, Jesse. Please don't eat me!'

`Yeah, sure I'd like you there to suck me off and lick my arse whenever I want. It feels so cool. But what does that make you? - A cock-sucking arse-licker for a straight guy. Any way, you're six inches tall! It just wouldn't work. The sooner you're shit the better. You're breakfast, arse-licker!'

Slowly, he opened his mouth and slid out his thick, broad tongue to welcome me within. My heart pounded as its inquisitive, undulating length played tenderly against my trembling body. Saliva and breath warmed my cold skin. Once again, I was becoming helplessly aroused - excited by all the textures, the colours and an intense feeling of intimacy within. Gradually he guided me inside headfirst, my face buried in a sea of taste buds. I looked up to see his ever-gaping throat in all its glistening glory and knew I would be easy meat for this determined predator. His might and power over me was an incredible sensation. My erection grew. I pushed my groin into his tongue and began to work myself up, gasping and sweating as I slid in deeper and deeper. Soon only my lower legs were protruding from his luscious lips, his soft uvula draped across the back of my neck as I peered into the forbidding depths of his quivering throat.

Jesse released his hold on my feet, tilted his head a little further back and, as I begged for mercy, his jaws jolted and jerked. Like a crazed crocodile, he bolted me down with terrifying ease. I was sent slithering into the hot, all-enveloping darkness of his gigantic esophagus. I shot. My ears popped with the sudden change in air pressure as the expanse of soft, tubular flesh closed in around me, molding to my bodily contours and beginning the swift, involuntary process of peristalsis. I was soon passing through the tight muscled entrance to his stomach. It closed tightly behind me as I fell inside with an undignified splat. I was immersed in thick gastric juices and on the brink of drowning. I righted myself and fell back in a semi-sitting position, my upper body drenched, my waist and legs still plunged in slime. His stomach walls began to flex around me, sizing me up, almost toying with me. It took me a few minutes to actually believe that I could still be alive within the digestive tract of another man - But for how long? There was at least some breathable air, but it was hot, humid, acidic, and the stuff of long rasping belches. I guessed it would only be a matter of time before Jesse burped me into oblivion. I thought of all those months I had spent yearning and lusting after this boy. And now here I was, a meal inside him. Muscular walls continued to tighten around me.

He had needed to test his latest illegal recreational substance. I was the obvious choice: close by, friendly and unsuspecting. He had spiked my drink and stayed the night to keep me safe as I shrank. His final words before he swallowed me, `you're breakfast, arse-licker!' came back to haunt and torment me as I squirmed helplessly in the darkness. This handsome creature had robbed me of everything: my self-respect, my mind, my body and soul. All I had worked for, everything I stood for had been taken away with one greedy gulp. I suspected he was now robbing my home before returning to his. There, I assumed, he would lock himself away for the final stage of this experiment – getting high on digesting me. Fifteen minutes or so passed as my fingers explored the merciless interior and my ears adapted the pressure and inner sounds of the superior being enveloping me. Suddenly, my dim, dank prison shook and contorted. With a long, loud rasping belch of satisfaction Jesse robbed me of one last thing – the air that I breathe. My final thought: imagining myself tomorrow, emerging from the very sphincter I had licked and kissed, and Jesse laughing as he wipes his arse and flushes.

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